Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From Under The Covers, artist - The Beautiful South. Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Song language: English
From Under The Covers |
| It’s 6.00am and even Big Ben |
| Is trying to get his head down for a kip |
| But no sooner is it down |
| And then it’s on with dressing gown |
| For this city very rarely loses grip |
| But I have a friend who’s never up by 10.00 |
| He’s fast asleep with mouth open wide |
| He’s lost a lot of jobs, but he’s won a lot of friends |
| And he says to me, he cannot tell the time |
| It’s 7.00am and we’re coughing up the phlegm |
| Spitting out the taste of night before |
| And we’ll vomit and we’ll choke |
| Just to climb their tatty rope |
| Well this city has its charm, and its claw |
| And he’ll blame his clock |
| Or he’ll say he’s lost his socks |
| And they’ll tell you that he’s been bitten by a snake |
| His excuses are an art |
| >From the bottom of his heart |
| And he thinks of them whenenver he awakes |
| It’s 8.00am we’re on the road again |
| Racing for a placing at the top |
| And it says green for go For the people in the know |
| But for the others all it says is red for stop |
| It’s cold and its damp |
| And they’ve dug him a grave |
| And the 10.15 merchants still in bed |
| And scrawled upon the headboard |
| For the whole wide world to see |
| Died In The Arms Of Big Ted |